Mystically

Mystically

There is a veil that trembles before sight,

A thin place where the unseen leans close,

It breathes through symbols and quiet knowing,

Through patterns that repeat without reason,

And I feel it brush against my thoughts,

Like a whisper that remembers my name.

I walk where meaning shifts like water,

Where time folds softly into itself,

And moments arrive already remembered,

As if I have lived them before the living,

There is a rhythm beneath the surface,

A pulse that does not belong to the body.

The air holds secrets in stillness,

Carried in glances, in sudden chills,

In the way light bends without warning,

Or shadows gather without a source,

These are not accidents, not chance,

They are signs waiting to be felt.

I have seen the world open quietly,

Not with sound, but with awareness,

A door that appears only in sensing,

Not in looking, not in searching,

It asks for surrender, not control,

For trust in what cannot be proven.

There is power in the unseen thread,

Binding thought to something greater,

A language without letters or form,

Yet clearer than anything spoken aloud,

It flows through me when I am still,

When I stop trying to understand.

And in that stillness, I become part of it,

Not separate, not alone, not lost,

But woven into something vast and ancient,

Where every question dissolves into presence,

And I realise I was never searching,

Only remembering what I already am.

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